Fifty Shades Revenge Book Novels & Stories

His words made her burn with guilt, knowing she was doing just that. Receiving no response from her, he picked up the book and checked the cover. “ Atonement child by Franchine Rivers. ” His tone is unfathomable. “ What is it about? ” He turned to her. Mira pursed her lips before replying. “ A righteous girl who got defiled by an unknown man, just months before her wedding. ” “ Oh… ” He dropped the book before cupping her face gently. “ Are you sure you want to read this? ” The care and tenderness in his eyes filled her heart with warmth.

A small amount spilled, warm against my skin. “Careful,” he murmured. Before I could react, he leaned forward. Too close. Way too close. His hand brushed lightly against my chest as he wiped the spill away.his hand carefully and slowly brushed against my n**ples which set a sensitive signal to my head, The contact was brief. Accidental. But my entire body reacted like it wasn’t. A sharp inhale caught in my throat. My pulse spiked instantly. He paused. Just for a second. Like he noticed.

Serena sneered coldly, staring at the face she once loved so deeply. It had been love at first sight back then. But now, when she looked at him, her heart was calm—untouched, unshaken. The greatest sorrow is when the heart dies. The true opposite of love isn’t hate—it’s indifference. And that’s exactly what she felt for him now. No anger. No pain. Just silence. The Art of Revenge was never about rage—it was about letting go. She didn’t need to destroy them. Her joy was the masterpiece. And they would suffer, helplessly, watching her shine.

Because it appears that she doesn’t remember what she did last night, he chose to forget and never bring it up again to avoid further awkwardness between them. “You passed out drunk, so I drove you to my house; I left your car at the bar,” he explained before reading the documents in his hand. Citrine kept an eye on him as he flipped through them. Her gaze shifted from one side of the room to the other, observing everything she could see. The room was simply but elegantly decorated. Everything is black or gray, with minimal patterns— “Shouldn’t you leave now?” She flinched when Revan glanced at her from behind the files in his hands before closing them.

“Thorne is a legend. And not the good kind. He’s the reason Sterling’s private life is a black hole. If he’s on you already, you need to be perfect.” “I know.” I took a long sip of water. “I saw the penthouse. It’s... cold. Empty. It’s like he bought the most expensive box in the world and has no idea what to put in it. He said he wants a story of ‘control’ and ‘discernment’.” “Sounds like a cheery guy,” Lena deadpanned. “He asked me about the champagne.” I set the glass down, the clink loud in the quiet room. “As I was leaving. He asked if it was really an accident.”

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

Trying to hide the shitty thing his boss was doing behind closed doors, he was really stupid to think I'm a fool. I bet he is so happy, laughing at my predicament. All this was supposed to be a revenge to make him suffer for hurting me, for betraying our love, yet it was looking like it was backfiring on me. How can I call this revenge when he is the one getting the upper hand? I need to get Carlos all to myself; that's the only way to tear a flesh out of Bradley. I stormed into my room; my eyes wandered to the shelf located at the far end of it when I caught a book. I strode closer to it and then pulled it out of the piles of books resting on it. "A tip to ultimate foetal seduction." I read

That is one thing I refuse to let happen. #darkromance #billionaireromance #fierceheroine #sassy #comeback #secondchance #bd.sm. #hiddenpregnancy #controlling and #dominatinghero ____ This is the second book in a two book series: The Tormentor Series. Book One: My Boss Is My Tormentor is completed and you can read it before this one. ------ RYAN ------

The crowd Claire had brought was furious, throwing rotten eggs, spoiled vegetables, and even used condoms at me. "How dare you call Claire a mistress, you shameless woman!" I was thrown onto the cold floor, and the shock of it brought me back to my senses. I curled into a ball and shouted, "Don't hurt my baby!" "Baby?! What new trick is this, you shameless homewrecker?" "Beat her! This homewrecker deserves it!" "I bet she's just acting! Let's teach her a lesson!" Suddenly, I felt a warm liquid running down my leg. Trembling, I touched it. It was blood.

Maria I wasn't always this rebellious. I had always craved thrill and excitement however, and right now, nothing felt more right than this moment. I blamed my newly discovered thirst for rebellion on the insufferable man I found myself married to. I was dressed in a very short, off-white dress with spaghetti sleeves and a sweetheart neckline paired with brown, leather, thigh high boots which I found in my newly stocked closet. God bless Liliana and her critical thinking.